By fate or by chance, the intangible works of Yu Nishibori and his friends made their way here from somewhere in Japan. Haunting repetitions of emptiness alternate with sheer noise-work.
October 29, 2004
this is a stick up
Now I know what I like, I won't stay in bed all day. Now I can look at myself and say, "there's that big winner, so devilish and right, right about everything, all the time......" This hear, this right, this travel, this distant, this another dance in time. Give me what I came for. Oh, I already got it. Sorry to be so forceful. Often is enough, and I won't do it again. But the family has to eat, and now that I've found food... Well, we'll be well fed.